I traced the silent trail As the rain had just gone The crumbs remained here there In between the tiles of homes that begin to sleep In the crevices of streets In the ditch edge of the bund While I was in the middle of learning On the night About the darkness About his secret About the sounds of insects Like the singer of dhikr throughout my age I envy I envy those who constantly recite the name of God With sentences I can not understand On the road of night I try to read soft mantras I've ever learned Align the air In the chest cavity, to be parallel With the silence of the night 16032016
Lebih Baik Jadi Kutu Buku Daripada Jadi Kutu Loncat